M.T.F: Team Bluestrike

[The_high_king]

ooc: Hi, welcome to my thread. To find out what this thread is about, please read the following.

A few years ago, the goverment started a agency dedicated to stop criminal stuations that seemed hopeless to solve, and had the right to stop crime with whatever means neccesary. The agency was known as M.T.F., (Miracles Task Force). They trained the best, of the best to be even better. Several people ranging from the marines, to the N.Y.P.D. joined in, but only a few made it. These people were trained night, and day through a series of mental, and physical tasks. They were the best the world had to offer. They were prepared for anything, and everything. They were trained in the martial arts, and were all blackbelts. They use any weapon, and anything for a weapon. They were stealthy, strong, fast, and intelligent. Be they female, or male.
These people were seperated into groups, or teams:
Gold Griffin
Bluestrike
Red Snake
Silverblast

This thread is about the Bluestrike team. The characters I need will be:
Criminals:
Terrorists
Criminal masterminds
Some Monsters
Evil Fanatics
Lackeys
Mercenaries
Mafia
Triad
Gangsters
Crazy psycho killer man

Bluestrike:
Leader
Sniper
Hacker
Recon
Demolitionist

Hostages
Civilians

One thing you should know is that we do not wear swat type uniforms. We wear what we want, and carry whatever type of weapon(s) we prefer. I will be playing the part of the leader, I will post his character later though. One more thing, there will be sex, (should have mentioned that earlier).

 

[The_high_king]

ooc: please post your character in this fashion. It will add the, 'affect'.

Name: Winter, Dalton
Code Name: 'Steel Ghost'
Rank: Leader
Team: Bluestrike
Age: 28
Hieght: 6.0"
Wieght:200
Bio: Recieved black belt in martial arts at age fifteen. Graduated from Gorion University at twenty years of age. Joined marines at age twenty-one. Excelled in rank quickly. Still trains hard. Youngest leader in history of W.T.F.

The scene is in the headquarters, in the evening.

ic: I walked down the hall toward the kitchen. It was a long day, and I needed some coffee. I was feeling upset that we had lost a hostage during our last mission.

 

[Guest]

Gloria Ashburn

Name: Gloria Ashburn
Code Name: 'BullsEye'
Rank: Sniper
Team: Bluestrike
Age: 25
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 145 lbs
Physical description: long raven black hair, green eyes


Bio: Only girl of seven children, she learned to take care of herself and be tough at a young age. Her father is retired military and she has been exposed to guns her whole life. She is an expert Marksman and her eyes are sharp. Once she is locked onto her target she does not miss. She only got into the martial arts during high school but took to them quickly. She is good at hand to hand but her real talent lies in her ability to handle long range weapons. Joined the agency right out of High School. Scored high in all tests.

IC: I moved into headquarters after coming out of armory. I had spent the better part of the day cleaning my weapons and double checking that they still worked. I was still upset about the loss of life on our last mission. If only they had...

I sighed and shook my head as I walked into the kitchen. There were a lot of what ifs but none of them brought back the life that was lost.

As I moved into the kitchen I saw Dalton and gave him a nod. I knew of all of us he was the one most affected by this. The hostage died under his watch.

 

[Najia]

Sorry High King that was me.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

Name: Shawn Williams
Code Name: "Sup3r h@xx0r"
Rank:Hacker
Team:Bluestrike
Age:21
IQ: Off the Scale
Height:6'6
Wieght:225
Physical Description: See this picture for the jist of it, Otherwise he wears mostly comfortable clothing, and Favours As weapons his Twin 50 Calibur Desert Eagles W/Laser Sights

Bio:At age 5, Shawn williams Stunned the world by successfully hacking into The Pentagon's Black Box Security System and then, evaded capture, Under the Code-Name Of "Excalibur". Newest Member of the Team in response to the overwhelming amount of computers in todays Normal Items. He is rather handsome for a Geek, and tends to Show off a little more than normal, having never really found a girl who liked him. He considers himself the Ultimate "Fan", Knowing pretty much everything about every anime and sci-fi show in the world.

IC:

*he exited from the Main Staging computer room, which had begun to look like a Scene Right out of startrek from the tinkering he had done with it, he yawned hard, he had been working hard scince the Agency had Commissioned him after the last mission, where a good hacker could have done real damage. He cast about with his eyes, and grumbling, dissappeared back into the room, re-emerging with a huge, Oversized mug of Coffee,sipping slowly..and nodding to his brand new team mates, he hadnt pulled an all nighter in months and he desperately needed to get back into that groove.*

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Chardonnay

Name: Sharpere, Chardonnay Luanna
Aka: "Queen of Hearts"
Rank: n/a
Team: n/a
Age: 26
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 125
Last confirmed location: Las Vegas.

Bio: Daughter of former MTF co-founder, Ricardo Sharpere. Mother unknown. Overseas education. Advanced computer skills. MTF prospect until age 20, when suspected in serious criminal involvement in art thefts & forgery.

[Entry Attachment - 2/15/97]
Status: DELETED

[Entry Attachment - 11/23/00]
Status: DELETED

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Chardonnay

OOC: Somewhere just outside of Las Vegas, NV.

IC: She barely heard the soft footfalls in the plush Oriental rug as Jean Claude stepped up behind her. She pulled her reading glasses off her straight, aristocratic nose and turned away from the computer screen. He merely glanced at the layout of the security system & museum blueprints displayed for the world to see. He was an old hand in this type of business, and lived by the rule the less you knew the longer you lived. She brushed a strand of strawberry blonde hair off her high cheekbones, and gave him a slight smile and dismissive nod. Returning the gesture stiffly he walked out of the large, open room.

Picking up the coffee - strong and black - she took a sip and cursed under her breath when it burned her mouth. Taking the just-delievered, neatly folded morning paper she skimmed the headlines. Running her silvery long nails down the columns, she found a reference to herself on the middle of the second page. Of course it never mentioned a Chardonnay L. Sharpere...the press always insisted on calling her the "Queen of Hearts," a name she had thought to be silly and frivolous at first, one of the hassles of being the mastermind she now was, but she had grew to like it over the last few years.

They had chosen the name "Queen of Hearts" because of the large part she played in many of the most intricate gambling schemes in Las Vegas history, but also for her supposed involvement in a sex & money scandal between her and a city official. He denied every word of it, but he had still been chased out of her city. She found herself doing that every now and then - referring to Sin City as hers - and in a way she supposed she did have a claim in it, but more than anything the city owned her.

As the daughter of Ricardo, she had grown up on the move. An elite member, and one of the geniuses behind the MTF, her father had brought her up in the hopes she would follow in his footsteps. But when she was 19 he had died a tragic death, while saving the lives of countless victims being held at gunpoint. When the government had refused to acknowledge his death in the line of duty - mainly because they assumed this would reveal some of the inner workings of their supposedly "secret" organization to the media - she had turned rebellious.

In the following year she had become close with her father's personal attorney, and learned sides of this National Hero that she never would have believed if she hadn't seen the proof on paper. In his "night job," as one might call it, he was heavily involved in the theft of many artworks from around the world - both valuable and intriguing to him personally. Her interest was peaked by this hobby of his, and she found herself wandering down the darker path in life. Of course by the time she realized it, she was too far to turn back.

She had broadened her horizons immensely from the day of her first successful heist - from artwork theft & forgery, to the black market sale of newly developed drugs & strains of little know viruses, to the glitter and glitz of Las Vegas's billion dollar casino industry. If it had been thought of, she had done it.

But she had met each challenge with her unique style of cool-headed logic, a smartass "don't look before you leap" mentality, and a feisty temperament, and was now starting to get bored with the game. She fancied herself a gambler like those she cunningly swindled, but where they were gambling with mere dollars, she bet & raised with human lives. It was few times she had busted, folded, or crapped out in this game of wits. Although she knew the MTF had been following her as closely as they could for the years since she had dropped from their prestigious line of sight, she had little to worry. Her father had told her all he knew of the organization, and she was confident she held the upper hand.

Her full, blood red lips curved into a haughty smile as she glanced at her reflection in the huge picture window looking out on the miles of untouched, pristine desert. Sleek...alluring....wicked...were the words that came to mind seeing this cunning black raven concealed in picturesque human form.

 

[The GrandMage]

Dr. Mitchel 'Burnside' Farthington

Name: Farthington, Mitchel
Code Name: 'Burnside'
Rank: Demolitionist
Team: Bluestrike
Age: 34
Hair: Short-cropped, Black
Eyes: Forest Green
Hieght: 6'8"
Wieght: 237
Bio: Child Prodigy. Graduated Medical School at age 17. Martial arts training from ages 15 to 21, advanced blackbelt. Typically dramatic and quiet, he keeps to himself, yet seems to enjoy attention. Explosive expert with an extensive background. Mild destructive tendancies, and slight mental unstability. Believed to have cheated on his Psychological examination. Other information is classified on a need-to-know basis.

IC:

He strolled into the kitchen, his feet moving at a speed his body didn't seem to care to keep up with. His loud Hawaiian shirt seemed designed to attract everyone's attention, while the rest of his wardrobe, khaki slacks, combat boots, a worn FBI cap and sunglasses seemed to suggest he wished to remain unnoticed.

He filled his coffee mug, and sat at the kitchen table, using it as a prop for his legs. He pulled the paper to himself, glancing up at Dalton as he did so. He set the white coffee mug reading 'UniBomber? The guy with the firecrackers?' down next to his legs.

He opened the paper, and folded it backward, pulling a pen from his shirt pocket. "Anyone know a thirteen letter word for 'Piped-in notes'?"

 

[The_high_king]

Steel Ghost

I gave a nod to my fellow team mates as they entered the room. I took a sip of my coffee, and noticed that everyone was silent. I lost a hostage, but no one said that this job would be easy. I decided to see what was on the old schedule today.

ooc; I'm surprised that lots of people showed up. All we need now is a villain.

 

[Najia]

OOC: Mistress Jorja is our villianess

 

[The_high_king]

Steel Ghost

Suddenly, the blue light went off. Something was happening, and that wasn't a good thing, "we have an emergency people, lets go, GO, GO!" We rushed toward the armory. I opened up my locker, and pulled out my uniform. A standard blue jumpsuit, bullet proof vest (highest quality), black boots, black gloves, utility belt, beretta pistol with silencer, communication watch, extra ammo, piano wire, and blue cap. Oh yeah, I was ready for action.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*As the alarm went off, Shawn lept to his feet and ran into the staging room, his nimble fingers flying across the keyboard, as he pushed on his comminications (handless Telephone like thing) apparatus and called all the team*

Allright, we've got trouble In Downtown Las Vegas, Take the Stealth Chopper, I'll tell you whatever I can find out when you get there....Move people!!

*His hacker skillz went full gear then, going into the security systems and so forth, as he looked for all the information he could find on what was going down*

 

[The GrandMage]

Burnside

He threw down the paper, and literally jumped over the table. "Who-hoo! It's party time!"

He ran to his locker, and pulled out his unifrom. The same borinf blue jumpsuit, bulletproof vest, and black boots. A standard utility belt, and two more belts, crossing his chest, each covered in hand grenades and detonators. He grabbed his duffel bag of explosives, and the emergency medical pack.

"C'mon, you guys moved faster on the drills!" He pulled out his shotgun, and a desert eagle, complete with silencer. He turned his cap backwards, put on his communication watch, grabbed some extra ammo, and put the thermo/night vision goggles on so they rested on his forehead, just above his sunglasses.

He adjusted himself, and his ridiculous amounts of gear, so that everything seemed in order. He looked over at Steel Ghost. "Can we go now, oh fearless leader? I've been gettin' bored."

 

[The_high_king]

wait it out

ooc: Lets wait a bit. I would like to see what the rest of the team equips themselves with. I'm not one to leave team members behind you know. Don't worry, you'll get plenty of action soon.

 

[Guest]

Gloria Ashburn

The moment that the blue light went off Gloria was in scramble mode. Moving to her locker, she donned a skin tight black jumpsuit with a plunging neckline. The choice was not fashion but servicability. There were special pockets that padded the inside of the jumpsuit where it molded to her chest. It was there that she kept extra ammo as well as secialized attachements for her weapons. The color was to help hide her in the shadows.

Black boots and gloves that zipped up the sides completed the outfit and then she reached into her locker again and withdrew a long range rifle with lazer sighting and silencer as well as a 9 mm handgun also with silencer which was slipped into a holster at her side.

The rifle was for her usual sniper techniques. The handgun in case she needed to do some up close fighting. The belt that held the holster contained regular shells for both handgun and rifle while hollow tipped shells were packed away in the secret padded pockets in her suit.

A hunting knife was strapped onto the opposite side of the belt to complete her arsenal. She followed the rule that, if she could not hit it long range she would have a second try with her short range weapon. If her guns would not do the trick she had the knife and, if the knife didnt work she had hand to hand. If none of her weapons, including her body, did not work than she was in the wrong profession and deserved to be lying six feet under. In general she usually didnt have to go beyond the second or third step.

The difference in bullets was simply a choice of how dead she wanted her opponent.

Closing her locker she took a good look at Burnside and raised an eyebrow before saying,"As always, if we are in danger of a collision you get tossed before it happens. I refuse to have to be buried in a baggie."

To Ghost she said,"Ready when you are, boss."

 

[Najia]

Sorry. That was me again.

 

[The GrandMage]

Burnside

A look of mock surprise crossed his face. "Toss? Me? Why thank you. Maybe we'll be close enough to the ground for me to survive while you disappear in a plume of flames, gunpowder girl. I never knew you cared. Perhaps after the mission we should delve into these feelings you have."

He grinned evilly, and looked around. "Okay Boss, I think this is all of us, especially if Hacker boy is staying here." Speaks louder, so their all knowing hacker can hear him. "Because Lord knows he could be more useful in the feild where he might be able to access centralized computer units!"

Coughs, and looks back to the sniper, "By the way, have I ever told you how sexy you look when we go out? Very nice. Anyway, as I was saying oh Mighty Lord of All, unless you're waiting for the very late for work Master of Recon, It's time to Jam."

 

[The_high_king]

Steel Ghost

ooc: wish we had a recon, but thats okay.

ic: Everyone was packed, and ready to go. I gave a nod, and we all made our way toward the roof, where the chopper was waiting for us. It was a large object painted blue, with the team symbol on it, (a sword with wings). Once we were on board the chopper I signaled the pilot for lift off. I then turned my attention to my team, "okay people, we have situation down in vegas. A 'Demon fire casino' has been taken over by a mad lunatic with dynamite strapped to his chest. He has a detonation device, and threatens to blow up vegas, and everyone in it, unless the owner of the casino gives him a his own daughter, and a chopper to escape in. Our hacker will gives us the maps of the building, and some details later. Sideburn, I need you to find the bomb, and disarm it. Thats means, turn the bomb off this time. Bullseye, I need you to find this madman, and strike him down, without setting off the dynamite strapped to him. I will search for hostages, and the search for clues. Their is a good chance that this lunatic is connected to Chardoannay somehow". We all prepared ourselves as we crossed the vegas border.

 

[The_high_king]

Steel Ghost

ooc: decided to add some stuff.

We were now crossing the city borders. I turn to my team mates for additional information, "our hacker should be just outside the casino in a van. He can give us information our information from there. How he got here so fast, even I don't know. Burnside, I give you permission to bring in some recon men. Bullseye, I also give you permission to bring in some recon men, but the limit for both of you is two". The helicopter landed us in the alley way, behind the casino, I turned on my communication watch, "okay Sup3r h@xx0r, do have any information about maps, and hostages yet?" I waited eagerly for a response.

 

[The GrandMage]

Burnside

OOC: I hate when that happens.

IC:

He looked out at the city, and snorted. "Okay, disarm a bomb. No problamo. You just make sure he's good and dead, BullsEye."

He reached over, and grabbed Steel's collar. "And if you call me 'Sideburn' again, you dyslexic punk, I'll smack you out of this helicopter."

 

[Jocelyn]

Shadow

Name: Marsha Lowell
Code Name: Shadow
Rank: Recon/Infiltration
Team: Bluestrike
Age: 29
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 130

Bio: Marsha is an only child whose father was a master theif. If there were a lock that was built he could open it and he taught her all he knew and was expecting her to follow in his footsteps. Except that he died on a heist when a trigger happy cop got startled.

His death hit Marsha hard and she took two years to figure out what she wanted to do with her life. Her problem was that she did not want to get into a situation like her father but the thrill of the situation was like a drug. Deciding to approach the government with her skills and story she was adopted into the secret service and then into the Bluestrike team. She now uses her talents to aide the Bluestrike team.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

Sup3r H@xx0r

*There was noticable static until an awanser came back*

"Yessir, I'm uploading the maps to your HUD's (Heads Up Displays on the watches) and I've got motion sensor and Heat sensor tracking equpitment in the building already, Whoever Runs this place has good security, but not good enough. Land at the Police Parimiter and wait five minutes so I can get more information on the upper levels of the complex. This is a Hell on Wheels Mission Gentlemen and ladys. The brass is looking into a double team mission, we might have to bring in Gold Griffin if it starts getting messy."

*There was more static, then another transmission*

"Shit. Guys, you're gonna have to make a rooftop landing, Paradrop BullsEye on the hill north-northwest and tell her to get herself Ready. You've got 10 minutes Till I can shut down the lights for yah."

 

[Jocelyn]

Shadow

The call came over her cell phone. The team was on the move again.

"Already?," She asked their new team member and master hacker as she looked around the scene of their last job. She had been packing up her equiptment and gathering up the last of the details so that they could figure out what went wrong.

"Okay. Yeah, I know the drill. I'll be at the airport in ten just make sure you have a copter for me so I can meet them in Vegas." Packing up the last of her things, she headed out of the building and the police baracade. A taxi cab ride later and she was rushing down the airport strip to the private helipad that was for government officials only and then she was on her way.

As the pilot made his way to the meeting spot, Marsha checked her black bag. Inside was all kinds of what might be labled spy stuff. She had everything from listening devices to a portable computer. She had things in her bag that would make James Bond envious and most of it was on the experimental or secret lists. The computer helped her stay in touch with the computer genius and feed him information that he could relay to the team. Not that he used whatever she sent. He was headstrong and independant and one time she came back to HQ and hit him with the very computer she had been using.

After making sure that everything was ready for this new mission she checked her weapons. She carried a pistol and a knife. She couldnt afford to take up room with anything more than that and extra shells. Her job was to not get caught. Thats why her code name was Shadow.

 

[The GrandMage]

Burnside

He pushed up his shades, pulling the goggles over his eyes and switched over to night vision. The world was bathed in green. He grinned. "No lights, huh? BullsEye, don't you dare hit me, babe. I'd have to cancel our nonexistant date, then."

He looked out at the Vas Vegas skyline. "You know, while we're here, might as well grab a few chips, come back when business is open, get some extra spendin' cash..."

 

[The_high_king]

Steel Ghost

The transmission was over. I turned to my team mates for the last time, "alright people you heard him, lets get back in the chopper". The helicopter rose up from the ground, and headed for the hill our hacker mentioned. From there, Bullseye grabbed a parachute, and slowly drifted toward the surface. The helicopter then took us toward the roof top. Their were two men standing guard there. I then found out why the roof defense was so weak, the entire roof was covered with mines. No problem, I jumped out of the helicopter, landing on one of the men, breaking his spine. The second man turned around, and was shocked to see piano wire around his throat. He died a slow painfull death. It was not a pretty sight, not even to Burnside.